Lyrics:
Run Kid Run Miles And States

back Three weeks and then four no more nights Turning to days to be spent with you I'll look for nightly phone calls from you Telling me that one day has come and

back Three weeks and then four no more nights Turning to days to be spent with you I'll look for nightly phone calls from you Telling me that one day has come and

about what you know, so fuck what you think Twenty-one and over to drink And nineteen and over to fuck Sixteen and over to Pat A twelve year old kid

may have a lot of game but i got much more and it all brew coo parked run and shoot or late night throwin rights, shootin dice wit tru and that diamond

nothing try to show some respect I made it to the top of the Empire State and put the bald to the win town for those who relate New kid on the blosck

max like million dollar slacks Coked up, ready to run a hundred mile track Passing the buildings, smokin my ganja plant with children Like Dennis Hopper, rappin about zebras and

nothing try to show some respect I made it to the top of the Empire State and put the bald to the win town for those who relate New kid on the blosck

of game, but I got much more In that all blue Coupe, parked and run and shoot Or late nights, throwing rice, shooting dice wit troops And that diamond

, so fuck what you think Twenty-one and over to drink Nineteen and over to fuck Sixteen and over to pat A twelve year old kid got bucked [RZA/Bobby Digital